#lcdp fic

[depressopax]

HII could you maybe write something for Berlin like HCs being in a relationship with him, maybe with connections to the new show or sm.

(Im actually so glad I found someone who writes for this fandom bc there’s literally no one nearly 😭)

Berlin - Relationship headcanons

Thank you for the request!! <3 I'm happy to see more LCDP fans here omg 😭 Hope ya like it! :)

Smut version can be found here

Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP. Cuss words, Berlin being a bit possessive, reader uses they/them pronouns Words: 1145 Summary: Being in a relationship with Berlin would include…  English is not my first language - lmk if there's any spelling mistakes so I can improve my writing! &lt;3

Being in a relationship with this man would be a roller-coaster of emotions…

But you can’t really complain!

People see him as “cold and self-centered”, which is partially true.

BUT when he’s in love, it’s like his whole personality changes.

You are his whole world, and he will do everything to put his ego aside, and show you just how loving he can be.

And boy, he succeeds… 

When he first saw you, it was love at first sight, or at least for him.

He would find out everything about you, what you like to eat, what hobbies you have, and the places you like to be at.

He would just wait for you to approach him first, but it wasn’t that easy…

After a while, he stopped being stubborn and started talking to you.

Berlin would make sure you fall for him, and that would be his biggest goal.

He would take you on extraordinary dates and totally spoil you.

He prefers calm private dates, but wouldn’t mind going to a bar/nightclub if you like that.

Despite his sophisticated looks, he knows how to party. (That one scene in Berlin when he’s at the punk club LMAOO)

Seeing you hyped up makes him happy, so how can he not love partying with you?

The two of you having lazy mornings together. Berlin is a night owl, and getting him out of bed in the morning is a challenge.

He’ll also never let you leave bed. - “Just 5 more minutes, love! - “Are you gonna leave me, all cold and lonely in bed, huh?”

Berlin wouldn’t give up his flirting until you fall in love with him. 

Once that happens - he won’t shut up about you

Like, EVER.

He would drive Sergio and his other friends insane with how much he talks about you, telling them a bit too much about his love life… 

Berlin is the cheesiest guy you’ll ever meet, tbh.

And he takes that as a compliment.

He would write you love letters, send good-morning AND goodnight messages to you, and bring you flowers every now and then. 

Berlin is a man with many talents, and he loves impressing you, especially with his singing

Cheesy as it sounds, he even sings you serenades to express his love and devotion.

You’d have to put up with his weird and impulsive ideas.

Whether it’s planning a spontaneous trip, a heist, etc…

He needs someone to tell him to calm the hell down lol

As seen in the show, Berlin is very passionate and a bit unpredictable.

Being in a relationship is no exception.

Everyday with him is like an adventure, and he knows how to spice things up to not end up like a “boring couple”. 

His goal would be making sure the honeymoon phase never ends. 

He would make sure to tell you how amazing and good-looking you are EVERYDAY. 

He is not afraid to argue with you, but would rather admit he is “wrong” rather than have you be mad at him for too long. 

He’s not always good at reading your emotions and knows what you’re feeling, but tries to. 

It breaks his heart to see you upset, and will try to make you feel better. 

He can be rather possessive too. If someone stares at you for a bit too long, or flirt with you, he’s not afraid to show them that “you are his”.

He’s extra protective of you when you are around his friends. He wants to make sure you feel safe, and also that no one tries hitting on you…

Especially if you are shy, he’d be very close to you, smile at you when you talk and laugh extra loud if you say something funny. 

He makes sure your friends like him. 

He wants to make a good impression on everyone, but especially when it is your friends and family. 

Big fan of PDA. He’s a man that is not afraid to kiss you in public, and he practically never lets go of your hand when you’re outdoors together. 

When cuddling, he prefers being the big spoon. 

One of Berlin’s love languages is touch.

He enjoys having his hand on your thigh, giving your shoulders soft massages, and forehead kisses. He’s the type of guy to kiss your hands, too.

If you have long hair, he tends to fidget with it, running his fingers through it, stroking it away from your face and even braiding it.

Berlin definitely treats you like a god/goddess. 

But the relationship would also be challenging from time to time.

Berlin being a criminal does bother you.

Your fear is for him to get caught and end up in jail.

He’d have to reassure you a lot that he won’t get caught, promising you that he will be fine.

But don’t worry, he makes sure to keep that promise. 

His pet names for you: (My) love, honey, babe… 

His phone is full with pictures of you and you’re definitely both his home- and lock-screen. 

He has lots of money, and spends them on you, whether you like it or not. 

Berlin enjoys luxury and wants to give you a luxurious life.

His dream is to travel and see the world with you by his side.

If you don’t speak Spanish, he would offer to teach it to you. 

He is very overprotective and makes sure you keep a distance from his work. 

But he does enjoy impressing you with dramatic stories about his heists.

During his most difficult and dangerous heists, he will think of you and keep on fighting so he can come back home to you. 

When he’s away for a longer time, Berlin makes sure to text and call you with regular updates. But in all honesty, he just misses your voice.

Like I said earlier, he is an unpredictable man, and if someone is mean to you, yikes… - “Just drop it, Andrés!” “No, babe… I’ll have a ‘chat’ with them…”

Remember the throwback scene of Berlin and the man that made fun of his bow tie? 

Let’s just say, whoever insulted you will return to you and apologize, trembling and crying from pain and fright.  

…Berlin would just return to you with a smug smile, pretending like nothing happened… 

And act all clueless when you confront him about it. 

With you, Berlin is soft and passionate, but others view him as your “scary boyfriend”, a title he accepts with pride. 

To summarize… Despite Berlin's cold exterior, he is the complete opposite with you. He has so much love to give, and isn’t scared to do so. He will make sure to worship you and make sure you feel loved. All he wants is to spend his time with you, and give you the passion, excitement and devotion you deserve. Being together with him is definitely not boring.

I have such hate-love relationship to Berlin bruh 😭 Andrés in Berlin >>>>>>> LCDP

[villainbun]

I can take him… not in a fight

[oreo-cookies-fan]

Berlin quotes that made me scream MARTIN in my head:

Numero uno:

Andres: The love of your life is a fairy tale! I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but … love just fades away. The only thing worthwhile is the beginning. That's the best part of love. When every song you hear reminds you of her. When you're having a meal together and all you do is talk. When everything she says makes you laugh.

Damian: No, no, no. Love is precisely what comes after all that. When the spell is over. Then, during dinner, you're happy to be quiet because you're at peace. To love someone, you must really know them. How can you love someone you don't know?

Numero dos:

(Don't know why the English version didn't translate this, but here it is:) Damian to Andres, while talking about how love ends and makes you suffer: You're a sick narcissist. Crees que estar a tu lado merece ese sufrimiento? (Translation: Do you think that being by your side is worth the suffering?)

Numero tres:

Andres: You see, I have become a fugitive of love. And what I'd really want, if I'm honest, is that it lasts forever. (...) my own experience of love is that it just melts away, you know? I realise the only thing I know, the only thing I've ever known about love is the beginning, but God, what I want, what I really want, is to experience a love that never ends.

((Damian: There's always an end.))

Bonus, because it's about Damian and his wife, Carmen, but it also hit like a line from a Berlermo gifset:

Carmen: Maybe you are the love of my life, but that doesn't mean we'll spend the rest of our lives together.

[sorrydearie]

!: that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms

(something something sickly victorian child)

“Repeat after me—”

“I’m not a fucking child.”

“—we do not touch the haunted dolls.”

“If they didn’t want people touching them,” Martín argued, “they should have put up a sign.”

“You mean on top of the rope fencing them off from irresponsible people with a death wish?”

Ah, fuck.

Martín hated to admit it, but Andrés had a point there. 

The corduroy rope was hard to miss, actually. Bright-red, it looped around the displayed dolls like a bold-faced challenge.

Strangely enough, the dolls were the only exhibits to be fenced off. All of the other artifacts in Señor Rodrigez Cabinet of Curiosities – dusty old ouija boards, monkey paws, and various occult paraphernalia – were suspiciously accessible.

Probably because Señor Rodrigez knew very well that he'd built his empire on random trash.

Even so. Martín didn’t appreciate the snide comment. He wrinkled his nose, annoyed, and made a point to glare at Tatiana when she laughed at him.

Taking sides now, was she? 

Whore. 

Come to think of it, Martín wasn’t usually so hostile. 

It must be the creepy dolls, staring at him with their dead, beady eyes. Those porcelain faces with round, rosy cheeks. The irritably long lashes, like little spider legs…

It unnerved him. Creepy little fuckers.

“Anyway. I’m calling their bluff.” Martín waved his hand, dismissive. “You don’t actually believe that I’m gonna get possessed by a sickly Victorian child if I touch them? That’s ridiculous.”

The corners of Andrés’s lips dragged down. Just like they always did when Martín ‘disrespected’ the dead. Or the demonic. And, one notable time, the yetis. 

“Of course you’re not gonna get possessed,” Andrés clarified, matter-of-factly. As though Martín was slow or stupid – or both. “You’ll get cursed. Plunged into a life of despair. Bad luck is going to follow you around like a vengeful ex and you’ll be left with nothing. No money, no friends, no love life.”

"So no different to how things are right now," Tatiana chimed in, sticking out her tongue. Martín briefly contemplated pushing her into the display of cursed masks adorning the wall. How dare she butt into this?!

He glared at her. “You’re a nasty, disgusting, absolutely vile woman—”

“Martín!” 

Andrés gasped, and Martín frowned. What, was Andrés appalled by how Martín had spoken to his ex? They bickered all the time, it was kind of their thing.

But then Andrés grabbed Martín’s arm and dragged him close, eyes glued to one of the dolls displayed in front of them. 

“Did you see that?”

Martín blinked. “See what?”

“That doll’s arm just moved.”

“Bullshit.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I’m calling you easily excitable.” Like a hot golden retriever, trained to detect the paranormal. “Maybe the air conditioning ruffled her dress, or something. It is chilly here.”

Andrés shot him an unimpressed look.

“I think I’m knowledgeable enough to differentiate between a gust of wind and a real-life demonic presence.”

“You said that the last few times, too…” Martín trailed off, frowning. 

He hadn’t realized it until now, but Andrés was still holding onto him. His fingers were curled, tightly, around Martín’s bicep. 

It was… distracting.

He cleared his throat, suddenly flustered. 

“Whatever,” he said, playing it off. Like Andrés’s touch wasn’t burning him through his clothes. “The only thing scary about these dolls is their fucked-up eyes. So don’t go pissing your pants—”

It all happened so fast. 

He’d been eager to seem cool and unaffected, and so he’d laughed and thrown out his arms – and knocked over one of the stupid dolls.

It tumbled off its pedestal, frilly dress and laces fanning out like a broken parachute, before sprawling onto the floor in a heap of broken limbs and human ringlets. Its dead eyes stared up at Martín, unblinking. 

Tatiana gasped in horror. 

“Oh shit,” Martín said. “That’s not—”

Good, he’d meant to say, but the words got stuck inside his throat when Andrés grabbed his face, crowding him.

“What are you—”

They were impossibly close, just a hair’s breadth between them. Martín could make out the specks of amber in his eyes, like particles of starlight. He could count Andrés’s lashes, and marvel at the perfect dip of his Cupid’s bow…

Martín’s heart knocked against his ribcage like a fucking ping pong ball. 

“Are you all right?” Andrés asked, searching his face. “I told you not to touch the damned thing. Do you feel any different? Light-headed? Fatigued?”

His words were rushed, and for a split second Martín mistook it for worry. But he knew Andrés better than that, knew how to read the signs: the wide eyes, the hitch in his breath, the flush to his cheeks…

The bastard was excited. About Martín getting cursed. 

Hijo de puta. 

Had Andrés no shame? Did he not care if Martín died at the ant-sized hands of an Annabelle knock-off? What if it toddled into his flat at the dead of night and axe-murdered him in his sleep? Would Andrés get off on that?

Martín opened his mouth, ready to give him a good talking-to, but changed his mind at the last second.

Maybe…

Maybe he could use this to his advantage.

“Actually… I’m feeling a bit faint,” he said, wrangling his voice into a croak. He coughed too, for effect. Look at him – weak and wearied and miserable. The poor, unfortunate victim of a powerful curse. 

He made his knees buckle and slumped forward, as if overcome by a dizzy spell, and Andrés’s arms opened for him. He drew Martín close, encouraging him to lean against him. Just like Martín knew he would. 

Andrés made a cooing sound. His breath tickled the hair at Martín’s temple. 

“Let’s get you out of here,” Andrés said, stroking Martín’s back. “The doll’s power over you will only grow stronger if we stay here.”

Martín nodded, and let out an afflicted moan. For good measure. 

From the corner of his eye he could see Tatiana hiding a smirk behind her camera. Martín couldn’t bring himself to care. Not as long as Andrés kept his arms around him, as long as he allowed Martín to tuck his face into the crook of his neck, and held him close.

Nothing mattered, as long as Andrés gave Martín his undivided attention. 

He’d milk Andrés’s sympathy for all it was worth. 

[blorbosexterminator]

Gandia character study fic? 👀 Please say more about it!

Happy to!

The one-shot chronicles most of his life, from early childhood to his death in the bank. The first half of the story is mainly chronicled through the summers he spent during his childhood in their vacation home in the Canary Islands and particularly through his relationship with a very close friend on the island. Their relationship is one of the most interesting parts of the story to me. But his father and mother, the complex relationship Gandia had with both, and their group of friends also play a big enough role.

Essentially, it starts with him as a relatively normal child (relatively) absorbing the horrible fascist culture around him and his military-man father growing up. And how he started becoming an active participant in it, growing more violent the more he's rewarded for his violence.

I really hope to return to it soon.

[soldiergrimes]

Bad idea

Jemily money heist AU ୨୧ season one

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau

Money heist AU: Emily Prentiss as professor & Jennifer Jareau as Berlin

A/N: I've been obsessing over the idea of jemily in money heist so here it is. I liked the dynamic of Jemily being kinda like professor/berlin, and OBVIOUSLY they're not siblings here!!! Just wanted to clear that up. Anyways hope you enjoy :)

The air inside the Toledo house was thick with tension, the dim glow of the sunrise through the torn curtains casting elongated shadows across the room. Blueprints of the Royal Mint of Spain were spread out across the table, lines crisscrossing in meticulous detail, annotated with calculations only one person in the room could truly comprehend.

Emily Prentiss, known to the world only as The Professor, stood at the head of the table, eyes sharp behind her glasses, fingers absentmindedly tapping against the surface.

"Everything is in place," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "We've accounted for every possibility."

Across from her, Jennifer Jareau—or as she was known in the heist, Berlin—smirked, arms crossed over her chest. JJ was the enforcer, the heart of their operation but also the sharpest blade in their arsenal. If Emily was the mind of this heist, JJ was its spine—unyielding, confident, and devastatingly efficient.

"Every possibility?" JJ echoed, cocking an eyebrow. "Come on, Em. We both know that’s impossible. But that's half the fun, isn’t it?"

Emily sighed. This was the side of JJ that worried her, she chased the thrill. The danger excited her, but Em was the opposite, everything had to be in order. Absolutely. Everything.

Emily adjusted her glasses before meeting JJ's gaze. "Fun isn't exactly the word I would use," she countered. "Predictability is security."

JJ chuckled, stepping closer, her tone turning teasing. "You and your need for control," she said, voice dropping just slightly, just enough to be noticed. "It’s kinda hot."

Emily rolled her eyes but felt a warmth rise to her cheeks nonetheless. She had always been a master of keeping emotions at bay, but JJ had a way of slipping through the cracks, sneaking past defenses even Emily hadn’t realized she’d built.

"Focus," Emily said, clearing her throat. "We go over the plan one last time before we move. We can't afford mistakes."

Emily Prentiss knew better than to break her own rules.

She had spent years designing this heist—every detail mapped out with surgical precision. And the most important rule? No relationships.

Emotion was a liability. Love was a weakness.

And yet, here she was, pressed against the cool wooden wall of the Toledo house, breath caught in her throat as Jennifer Jareau—or Berlin—pinned her in place with a gaze that could unravel even the best-laid plans.

"This is a bad idea," Emily whispered, though her hands were already tangled in JJ’s hair, her body betraying her words.

JJ smirked, her fingers skimming down Emily’s jaw, over the collar of her crisp button-up. "Then why do you keep letting me do this?"

Because Emily was weak for her.

Because JJ had always been the exception.

And Emily had never been able to say no to her.

"You made the rule," JJ murmured, tilting her head, lips a breath away from Emily’s. "So break it."

Emily closed the distance.

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

LOVE it for me that when I'm feeling sleepy and watching a silly Christmas film (A Christmas Prince [2017]) but start getting a little bit bored, I have the option to READ THE AU I MADE USING THE PLOT OF SAID FILM, just with my fave LCDP characters and my personal plot improvements adding in a bit of heisting and anti-monarchist sentiment (but keeping the kissing and lying)

it's great

(also if you want to read said AU it's right here on ao3!!! for free!!!)

[lyliah7]

Welp I.... posted a fic? It was written 3 years ago and I'm not really in the fandom anymore but I felt like posting it so here it is

If you're in the mood for angst and depressed Raquel it might interest you 🤷🏼‍♀️

[veterveter]

IT'S COMPLETE! 🥳 Clocks in at 6 chapters and a whole lot of words (78k), my pride & joy etc., check it out if it seems up your alley.

winning 'til the curtain's coming down

winning 'til the curtain's coming down https://archiveofourown.org/works/47914468 by veterveter (tumblr)

"We don't need to get along," Andrés said, "You of all people should know, that has nothing to do with this. I don't trust you as far as I could throw you–" "I hate you." "–but that doesn't mean we couldn't have a great fuck. Tell me you're not interested."

Words: 5002, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa, Palermo | Martín Berrote

Relationships: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Lovers, Lovers to enemies to lovers, or something like that, Pining, Angst, Anal Sex, top Andrés, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, But the amount of plot may still surprise you, Infidelity is implied but not between them, Hate Sex, Or attempts at that, I again apologise to Kal specifically for the angst, that's all folks!, Insomnia tales

[couchlovers]

Helloooo!!

I saw that you were writing for money heist, and i practically screamed. There are barely any fics on this app for that show and it hurts my heart cuz i love them so much.

Anyways, can I request a Raquel Murillo fic where the reader makes like the models of the places they are going to rob? the one of the bank of Spain or the one of the mint. And like one night the reader couldn’t sleep and was up making the model, and Raquel comes and sits with them? And it’s like kinda cute and there is comfort and stuff??

I feel like this could fix me 😭

Anywaysss, srry that it’s so long, but don’t feel pressured at all the write anything if you don’t want to.

Have a great day/ night <33

- 🪼

Hellooo!! I know my heart hurt because of the amount of fics

Late Night Model

lcdp masterlist masterlist my rules

2k of words!

I hope this is what you wanted!

The sound of the clock ticking softly in the background was the only noise in the room. The city lights filtered in through the window, casting long shadows across the room. It was well past midnight, and the rest of the crew had already gone to bed after another long day of preparation. But you couldn’t sleep. Your mind was buzzing with plans, calculations, and every detail of the model you were working on.

You had been putting your heart into crafting the perfect miniature version of the Bank of Spain. The crew needed to know the ins and outs, the hidden tunnels, the security measures, everything. This was no small job, and the more detail you could capture in the model, the better. But even as your hands moved skillfully over the tiny pieces, your mind was racing with doubts and anxiety. It was the kind of heist that could make or break everything.

You sighed, glancing at the clock again. It was almost 2 a.m., but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. There was still more to do. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in on you, and you were so focused on the model that you barely heard the soft footsteps behind you.

“Can’t sleep either?” Raquel’s voice was quiet but warm, the kind of voice that carried comfort even in the middle of the night. You looked up, surprised to find her standing in the doorway of the room. She was still in her pajamas, her hair a little messy, but her eyes had that gentle, knowing look.

“I guess not,” you replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Just trying to get this done.”

Raquel approached slowly, her steps deliberate, as though she didn’t want to disturb the fragile focus you had. She sat down across from you, watching your hands move over the model, your brow furrowed in concentration.

“Is it really that important to get it perfect?” she asked softly, her gaze following your movements.

You paused for a moment, your fingers hovering over the tiny pieces. “Yeah… the more precise the model, the easier it is to plan. If I get one thing wrong, it could throw everything off.”

Raquel nodded, leaning back in her chair. She didn’t push, just sat there, the silence between you comfortable. She wasn’t one to bombard you with questions or try to fix things when you were deep in your thoughts. Instead, she simply offered her presence, and it was enough.

After a few minutes, she spoke again, this time quieter. “You know… you don’t have to do this alone.”

You looked up at her, surprised by the words. Raquel was always so focused on the team, always in control, but in that moment, you saw something softer in her eyes. “I’m not alone,” you said, but the words didn’t come out as confidently as you meant them to. “But sometimes it feels like I am, you know? It’s a lot of pressure.”

Raquel smiled, her eyes softening even more. She didn’t respond immediately but instead reached across the table and gently touched your hand, her fingers warm against yours. It was the kind of gesture that felt simple but meant everything.

“You don’t have to carry it all by yourself,” she said again, her voice reassuring. “We’re all in this together.”

The words sank into you like a weight being lifted. You hadn’t realized just how much you had been carrying until now, and hearing her say that—hearing her mean it—brought a sense of relief that was almost overwhelming. You could feel the tension in your shoulders ease, and for the first time that night, you realized you weren’t alone in this.

Raquel stayed with you for a while, watching as you continued working on the model. Her presence was calming, and though the hours passed, you didn’t feel the usual anxiety that came with your sleepless nights. It was almost like time slowed down in her company. Eventually, your hands started to slow, the fatigue creeping in despite your determination.

Raquel noticed, of course. She always did. She stood up and stretched, her movements smooth and graceful. “How about a break?” she suggested. “Maybe a cup of tea?”

You smiled, nodding gratefully. “I could use one.”

As you both left the table and walked toward the kitchen, Raquel casually draped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a brief, comforting hug. It was a small thing, but it was exactly what you needed. Her touch was reassuring, grounding, and you couldn’t help but lean into it for a second longer than usual.

“You’re doing great,” Raquel whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

The simple words hit harder than you expected, and for a moment, you felt your chest tighten with emotion. But in the best way. You weren’t alone, not anymore. And with her by your side, you could handle whatever came next.

As you both settled on the couch, sipping tea in the stillness of the night, you realized something: in the quiet moments, in the middle of the chaos and plans, sometimes comfort was all you really needed to keep going.

And Raquel? She was exactly the kind of comfort you didn’t even know you were searching for.

The tea had cooled in your hands, untouched, as you sat on the couch with Raquel beside you. The late-night exhaustion had settled in, but for once, it wasn’t unwelcome. There was a kind of peace in this moment, in the soft glow of the lamp, in the steady warmth of Raquel’s presence next to you.

She had stayed—just like she always did when she saw you were struggling. No words needed, no grand gestures. Just her quiet, unwavering presence.

"You know," she said, her voice hushed in the dim light, "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a real break."

You let out a tired chuckle, shaking your head. "Not really my thing."

Raquel rolled her eyes, but there was no frustration in it. Just that amused fondness she had whenever she called you out on your habits. She shifted closer, her shoulder brushing against yours. "You’ll burn out if you don’t let yourself breathe once in a while," she murmured.

You turned your head slightly, taking her in. She was close—closer than she had been earlier, the space between you almost nonexistent. The soft lighting highlighted the delicate curve of her jaw, the way her lips parted slightly, as if she was debating whether to say something more.

For a moment, it was just the two of you, the world outside disappearing into nothing.

"You always take care of everyone," she continued, her voice quieter now. "But who takes care of you?"

The question sat heavy in the air. Your instinct was to brush it off, to say you didn’t need it. But the way she looked at you, the sincerity in her voice, made it impossible to lie.

You swallowed, your voice softer than you intended. "Maybe… you do."

A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of Raquel’s lips. "Yeah," she murmured. "I think I do."

And then she moved.

It was subtle—just a slight tilt of her head, the way her eyes flickered down to your lips for the briefest second before she met your gaze again. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the quiet, steady realization between you both.

You weren’t sure who closed the distance first. Maybe it was her, maybe it was you. But none of it really mattered when her lips finally pressed against yours.

The kiss was soft, unhurried. Not desperate, not rushed. Just warm and lingering, like something long overdue but falling into place at exactly the right moment. Her hand found your jaw, her thumb brushing over your skin gently, grounding you in the quiet intimacy of it all.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling in the silence.

Raquel let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly. "You really should sleep," she whispered, though there was no real reprimand in her voice.

"After that?" you murmured back, your lips curving into a lazy smile. "Not a chance."

She laughed again, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before leaning back, her hand still resting on your arm. "Then I guess I’ll have to stay here a little longer."

And she did.

Raquel stayed, curled up against your side, letting you steal just a little more time with her before the world came calling again. But for now, in this moment, there was nothing else—just you, her, and the quiet kind of love that didn’t need words to be understood.

The silence that followed your kiss wasn’t awkward—it was warm, comforting, something that settled deep in your chest and made you feel lighter than you had in days. Raquel didn’t pull away completely. Instead, she stayed close, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"You okay?" she murmured after a while, voice low, just for you.

You exhaled slowly, nodding. "Yeah… better now."

Raquel studied you, her dark eyes searching for any sign of doubt. She had a way of seeing right through you, of catching the things you didn’t say. But for once, there was nothing to hide. Just exhaustion, a little bit of relief, and the quiet comfort of her.

She hummed softly, shifting so that she could lean against you fully. "You should try to sleep" she whispered, resting her head on your shoulder.

You hesitated, but when she reached for your hand again, her fingers lacing through yours with an ease that made your heart stutter, you knew you weren’t going to argue.

"Alright" you mumbled, a small, tired smile playing on your lips.

Raquel pulled a blanket over the both of you, keeping you close as you finally let the weight of the night catch up to you. Sleep came easier than expected, wrapped in her warmth, her presence grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

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Sunlight streamed through the windows when you woke up, the soft sounds of morning chatter filtering in from the next room. Raquel was still next to you, though she had shifted slightly, her fingers still loosely curled around yours.

You blinked against the light, your brain slowly catching up with reality. Right. The meeting.

"Shit" you muttered, sitting up.

Raquel stirred at the movement, letting out a groggy sound before rubbing her eyes. "Mmm… What time is it?"

"Almost time for the briefing," you said, running a hand through your hair. "I have to set up the models."

Raquel stretched, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watched you scramble. "Relax. You’re always prepared."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming as she stood up, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before nudging you toward the door. "Go impress them, genius."

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By the time everyone gathered around the large table, your models were already set up—detailed, precise, perfect. The Bank of Spain, the tunnels, the security layouts—every inch of it mapped out carefully.

The Professor looked over them with quiet approval, nodding as he adjusted his glasses. "Impressive" he murmured.

The others leaned in, studying your work with various expressions of awe.

"This is insane," Nairobi grinned, running her fingers along the miniature vault door. "You did this in, what? A few nights?"

"Something like that" you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck.

Raquel stood next to you, her arms crossed, a knowing look in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, but when your hand brushed against hers under the table, she squeezed it once, grounding you.

As you explained the layout, pointing out every crucial detail, you felt good. The doubts from the night before were gone, replaced by the confidence of knowing you had done your part. The plan was coming together.

And Raquel?

She was still right there beside you, exactly where you wanted her to be.

[xynoford]

The one guy i cannot write as a sub is berlin from lcdp like look at him he has DOM written on his forehead with italic letters he is the human embodiment of the word dom in every way he is the one guy i would be willing to completely and utterly submit for so there may be a time that i will write my first ever sub reader fic for berlin in the next few days

[depressopax]

hey! Are you good? Hope so!

So I don’t really know how this requests work, and I’ve read the rules you wrote so I’m so sorry if I do something wrong, if you can of course, could you do some fluff/comfort with Sergio Marquina from La casa de papel? Something like she risks herself for him because of a mistake that the guys did from inside the heist, and as they were the only ones out there and he was working with something else, she goes and solves the problem herself, but she puts herself in risk and Sergio is super worried but feeling loved and wanted at the same time.

Even if you can’t do it thank you for your time and attention anyway, have a good day!

HIII! Thank you for the request!  Sorry it took a while, but here it is!  I changed some things up, but tried keeping to the suggested plot.  I hope you like it and thanks for your patience!  Have a good day! <3

I did it for love

Fandom - La casa de papel

The Professor/Sergio Marquina x gn!reader

Pairing: The Professor x gender neutral reader Genre: Hurt/comfort Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP! Injury, guns, Berlin being a jerk lol, cuss words and insults. Reader is referred to as "Athens" and is gender-neutral, goes by they/them! Words: 1.5K Summary: After The Professor dissapears, Reader is dissapointed and tries dealing with the hostages alone. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

“What happens if the plan goes south?” The others grunted at the question.

“Athens… Por favor! Have some faith in us.” Berlin chanted with a smug grin. 

How you wish you could erase it from his face. Instead, you turned to look at the Professor. He adjusted his glasses. 

“If it would go south… I’ll be there to guide you all. Remember, I’ll be one call away. And you have Berlin to handle whatever dangers you might face.”

I’ll be there. - One call away.

Bullshit.

24 hours have almost gone by without a sign of life from the Professor. Shit is escalating. With arguments, disagreements, Berlin’s cruelness and Tokyo’s pathetic attempts to overpower him, together with Denver and Rio, the crew is totally fucked. 

You don’t know what’s worse - the fact that the plan is falling apart, the Professor's betrayal - or the fact that you, despite all- feels worried for him. You want to be angry, you should be angry. Still… The worry grows. Did he get arrested? Is he hurt? Why the hell isn’t he calling?! With determined steps, you walk into the office that is used to communicate with the Professor. Berlin is the only one allowed to keep in touch with him. But the plan is going south. Berlin has lost his mind, so has Tokyo. Who gives a damn if you break one rule? So you call him on the red phone. You wait, and wait, and wait… You repeat the same procedure three times before slamming the plastic phone back in its place. 

When leaving the room, Berlin stands outside the door. He’s leaning against the wall and looks smug.

“Athens. Are you sneaking around?” 

But you don’t have the energy to reply. As you walk off, he grabs your arm. 

“Let go!” you hiss.

“You tried calling him, didn’t ya?” 

“So what? At least I’m not sleeping with a hostage! I haven’t killed anyone, fuck! I haven’t raised my gun once. I have followed you, and the Professor since the start. But you? You and the others?” You laugh and shake your head. “No. You just had to ruin it. And now? The Professor is gone.” 

Berlin's grip around your arm tightens and his face twists into a look of pure madness. 

“I’m in charge here, Athens. Know your damn place.” he hisses right back at you and for the first time you feel threatened by him. 

Suddenly… Gunshots. And the scream of frightened hostages.

Berlin lets go of you and for the anger towards each other fades. Disagreement asides, you have a job to do. Together, you grab the guns and run. 

Is this the time when I’ll have to use the gun? You think and hold it out like a shield  as you run straight into the room where the hostages are kept. 

Arturito you idiot.

A confused and angry Denver's stands with his arms in the air and a gun to his head. Without thinking twice you sneak down the stairs. You must look wild, with fury in your eyes and a raised gun. Of course no hostage dares to warn Arturo about your presence.

“Drop the gun, Arturito.” He flinches when realizing someone’s behind him. His few seconds of fright is all it takes to regain control of the situation. 

“You ok, Denver?” 

“Yea, thank you, Athens. Let’s deal with this son of a bitch.” you both stare at Arturo. 

How he got the gun, you don’t know. But this could've ended poorly. Really poorly. Just as the situation is under control, it happens. “Athens!” Denver yells and raises his gun. You turn around, and suddenly something slaps into the side of your head.

A sharp pain courses through your body and you fall. 

“Athens? A word, please.” The professor had said to you, after class. The others left and you stayed. 

“Yea? What’s up?” 

You both sat down and the bearded man looked at you. 

“You’re worried. About the plan”

“Well… Yes, I am.” you had admitted. “No offense, Professor, but… What if something happens? And what if you don’t answer the phone when we need you, for some reason?”

“If that happens, Berlin will take over for me. Do you trust me, Athens?” A nod in reply. “My top priority is safety for you and the others. I promise to get all of you out. Okay?”

“Okay.” 

He smiled reassuringly at you and from nowhere… A warm feeling spread through your body. You’d never had him smile at you before. That day, you’d been at the Toledo House for two months. Professor saved your life and ever since he took you under his wings, you felt something towards him. Something besides friendship. 

“Do you trust me?” you had asked. He seemed startled and adjusted his glasses whilst nodding.“Of course I do, Athens.”

“You’re a good person, Professor.”

He blushed up.

“Uhm, thank you.” 

“I mean it.” 

During those two months, the two of you had built a connection. Both could feel it, but denied it. Mainly because of the “No relationships” rule. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted him. When you moved closer to him, he didn’t say anything. But when you leaned forward…

“Athens.” His voice was firm. 

“Sorry.”

“You know the rules.” He stood up and tried meeting your eyes, but eye contact was the last thing you wanted. You looked away in shame. 

“Sorry.”

He sighed and walked closer again.

“It’s ok. But I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry.” he turned to leave the classroom, but then added. “You’re a good person, Athens. And I trust you. Don’t you forget that.” 

He hurries back to the hideout. That was a close shot. Sergio had gone back to the Toledo House to plant some false evidence for the dear police force. But he didn’t expect that he’d almost get caught. When he enters the room, the phone is ringing. He’s ashamed. It’s been 24 hours. 

He, the mastermind of the heist, left his team to fight alone. He hates himself for it.

My top priority is safety for you and the others. I promise to get all of you out. Okay?

That’s what he once told Athens. They probably hate him now, all of them… But the thought of you hating him, that hurts. He picks up the phone.

“Berlin.” “Where the hell have you been?” his half-brother hisses on the phone.

“I had to fix some things. Sorry.”

Berlin sighs.

“Alright. Well, shit is going down here. The hostages tried escaping. They wounded Athens.” 

Sergio almost drops the phone. Athens. Athens. 

“Are they ok?!” 

“Will be. They’re unconscious right now.” 

Berlin continues updating him about the situation at the Royal Mint, but the Professor, the mastermind behind the heist, and the calm man with a plan for everything - isn’t listening. He’s thinking of you. Your smile, laughter, and the confession… And now, you’re wounded, all because of him. He broke his first rule, because at this very moment he realizes he indeed likes you.

More than a friend. 

After giving Berlin and the others instructions on how to handle the hostages, he scrolls through the security cameras, to keep the team updated in case he sees something shady. But his eyes remain on the camera showing the room you’re in. He just wants to see you wake up and make sure you’re ok. And finally, you blink your eyes open. At first, you feel a bit disoriented. Then the memories come back. The hostages. As you sit up, the room spins and you have to lay down again with a grunt. You hold yourself up on your elbows and take deep breaths. The back of your head feels sore. 

Sergio almost throws himself over the red phone as he sees you’re awake. When the phone rings, you pick up.

“Professor?” “Athens…” He whispers, letting out a loud sigh in relief. Guilt washes over him and he rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault. I was acting reckless.” “I promised I’d be there, Athens. And I wasn't…”

“Alright then… We’re both idiots.” 

He laughs at this, and without realizing it, he’s crying, too.

“But I’m the biggest idiot.” “Can’t argue with that, Prof.”

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow. I promise.”

“Are you ok, Prof?” He can hear the worry in your voice and it both flusters him and makes the guilt worse. You just got injured by a damn hostage, but worried for him?

“I’m just glad to hear your voice.”

The silence is comfortable.

“I should go back and help the others…”

“Athens. No. You need to rest.” 

“But I-” but when you sit up, everything spins again. “...Ok.” “I wish I was there right now. To protect you.” Sergio realizes what he just confessed too, and how it might come across. But he doesn’t care. He means it. 

“I’ll hold you to your words.” 

With that, Sergio finds the strength and motivation needed to be a good leader again. He’ll get you out of the Royal Mint. You and the others. And after he’s done that - He will never let you go.

Thanks for reading! If you've made it this far - Please check out my very first chapter fanfiction! I'll link it down below. It would mean a lot to me, if not to read but to like or share! Thank you. <3 Take care!!

[evendale]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged in this by the lovely @once-in-a-blue-moon-rising. Thank you! 😊 It's nice to revisit my fics, it's been a while.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

1,014,041 words. Yikes 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Most of my works are in the La Casa de Papél fandom. Before that, I was in the Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries fandom. I also have a handful of ficlets in the fandom for the Stormlight Archive books by Brandon Sanderson.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My top 5 fics by kudos are all in the LCDP fandom, and they're all +100k words.

Number one is 'The White Queen', a Regency romance AU. It's got almost double the amount of kudos than the second-highest fic.

'Personal Relationships', a canon-compliant AU.

'Back to Galicia', a movie star second chance AU.

'Safe House', a witness protection program AU.

'Tell Me What You Like', a collection of canon 'fill the gap' smutty scenes.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I used to 😅 I used to love spending a lot of time writing elaborate and personal responses to comments, and I in fact met several of my best fandom friends through comment conversations! However, over time I just simply didn't have the energy for it anymore. There are still a bunch of super lovely comments on the last chapter of my last fic that I really should have responded to, but I simply don't have the mental space. I do feel bad about that 🙈

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angsty endings. I love angst in the main fic, but I'm committed to HEAs :)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably 'The White Queen', where I spent about 50k words describing just how happy they were 😂

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've had a few nasty comments, but they're absolutely nothing compared to the vast sea of incredibly kind, lovely, and supportive comments I've gotten. I've been very lucky.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

My earlier work is almost entirely smut 😂 It's funny to see my later fics evolving into containing more and more plot, and less and less smut. I wonder how my readers felt about that 😂 The smut is explicit, but I've always tried to keep it tasteful.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't written any crossovers yet. I'm usually obsessed with only one piece of media at a time :)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes -- I discovered a few years ago that one of my LCDP fics had been stolen and put on Amazon for money! It took ages to explain things to Amazon (because I didn't own the characters) and to get it taken down. It was a very icky feeling.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I've had several requests from people who wanted to translate my fics into Russian :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I don't think I could. I love to brainstorm about plot with a friend or beta reader, but I couldn't actually share the writing process. I'm too much of a control freak 😅

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

If we're only looking at the first 2 seasons of LCDP, then Serquel. However, the subsequent seasons partially ruined them for me, so maybe I'd better choose Phryne and Jack from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My only unfinished fic on AO3 is 'Tell Me What You Love' in the LCDP fandom, but that's more a series of vignettes that I kept open in case I wanted to add more. It wasn't really meant to have an ending. That said, I don't think I'll ever add to it anymore.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. I also think in general I'm a clear writer who gets to the point without too many flourishes or detours.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

For a long time, I felt like I couldn't come up with any kind of original plot, but I think I got better at that over time. I'm still pretty bad at descriptions, though. I just want to get to the action and dialogue, and I forget that my readers are not in my head and can't see the characters or surroundings like I do :D

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I wouldn't include more than a few words of phrases sprinkled through the dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. I was all of 26 when I first discovered fanfiction!

20. Favourite fic you've written?

That's such a tough choice 😅😅 If I absolutely have to choose, then I think 'The White Queen'. I was really just writing the exact fic that I wanted to read myself with that one. I had so much fun with it, I was so inspired that the chapters literally flowed out without any effort, and I got the most amazing response to it from the fandom. It will always be extra special to me 😊

I'm not tagging anyone in particular, but if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged! :)

[roccinan]

1/n Oof, it sounds lovely to be called the 'hermanos stan' :D It's been nearly 2 years and I still miss them, so it's such a pleasure to talk abt them with you! No, I didn't think you'd heard of it but Cricket as a sport is extremely popular where I'm from, even moreso than Football! You can't really avoid it this time of year which is why I put all my annoyance into Andrés lol. Yeah i agree, I think Sergio looks at it more as a team bonding "exercise" that is helpful even if he doesn't have any great liking for it, and when he watches like he said, he's more interested in rooting for the underdogs. Andrés too is probably just a casual watcher so the idea that they both assumed the other was OBSESSED is hilarious to me, it makes them feel more like real siblings growing up together and trying to find some common ground :')

Hi somerain/royalpaperhouse/my favorite hermanos stan! I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. It's been a whirlwind of a couple months for me! This string of lovely messages has been sitting in my inbox since. I can't believe it's been nearly 2 years since they entered our lives aaaahhh, but it's been such a pleasure talking to you about them <3 OH, that's cool- cricket being bigger in your country than football is certainly interesting! LOL I get that- I hope you were able to channel your "frustrations" onto Andres XD Agreed haha- Andres just pretends he knows what he's watching while Sergio's only here to see if the underdog team wins, and they're both sitting through all those hours because they've convinced themselves the other is obsessed with football (a role Martin will fulfill in their lives soon LMAO). Ah, I'm glad that hc makes them feel like real siblings bonding!

2/n Your hermanos musings water my crops and butter my bread Rocinan!! Gracias for all your kind words, truly (and yes hehe I wasn't expecting that punch either.... it just happened and I couldn't resist) <3 Right?? I love Serquel and Berlermo too, both ships are very interesting in their own right but something just *hits* different when it's the hermanos. Hermanos redux gives me ALL the feels, I don't think I can ever forget the special mix of heartbreak and heartwarming that au gives me.... Big Brother Sergio and Little Brother Andrés live in my head rent free! Awww I'm so happy I can always pop into your inbox with my rambles <3

That makes me so happy to know! Your remarks and support water my crops too :D Thank you for all your kind words and thank you for that punch- absolute chef's kiss! Exactly!! Serquel and berlermo are great in their own right, but with the hermanos, it's just a different texture TM. AH, I'm so glad hermanos redux continues to give you feels :'D That really means a lot and same here. Big brother Sergio and hermanito Andres will always live in my head. And yes of course!! I may be slow in replying as you can tell :') but you're always welcome to pop in and talk about the hermanos whenever you want!

Oh gosh, I'm touched that my support means so much to you 🥺❤ I can never thank the universe enough for making me stumble onto Dies Irae (yes that's another fic of yours that captured my imagination like nothing else) and I hope you know you deserve every bit of it!! Life's been a little rough but your works have been such a bright spot of light thought it all, even the wacky ones like the Toy Story AU, Your unique and varied ideas never fails to amaze me and I'm so glad to have you in the hermanos corner (and our other pals) too! :D Ugh, r*fael is the Bane of lcdp, asfdfjsk I don't give him the privilege of his full name. He's no Fonollosa/Marquina to me!

It truly does :D As long as you enjoy my hermanos content, then I feel that my mission is complete and I feel motivated to make more! AH thanks for the shoutout to Dies Irae as well- I will always cherish those amazing comments you left on it <3 definitely a fic that's very special to me. Aww I'm glad my stories could help provide some bright spots in your life (hang in there! We're all in the same boat!). LOL Glad even silly things like the Toy Story AU and Cut it Out (thank you so much for those heartwarming comments you left!!) were fun for you :) I'm happy to be in the hermanos corner with you (and the rest of our lcdp pals too)! PLEASE, so true, friend. Who even is Rafael?? certainly no true fonollosa/marquina!

3/n Glad to know you enjoy my rambles lol, and I love your blog too! thank you for welcoming me back :) soooo grateful to have a fellow hermanos stan in you too! Ah, Corners my beloved, it's so special to me as well cause I feel that Andrés is the closest we can ever see of the backstory behind s1-s2 Andrés, the dark and insane and terrifying man he was, like someone mentioned before Part 1 Andrés would shoot spinoff Berlin on sight 😭 They feel like completely different people! You can't convince me that Andrés in his 20s had fricking SPACE SUITS, I definitely feel like if we stick to canon, the true canon of the Initial seasons of lcdp (even upto s3 and the few glimpses of the dark parts of his nature in s4) your headcanons in Corners are much more fitting. They are the Real~ canon to me asdfjsk, and I'm sure andrés would agree!

I absolutely love your rambles :D and you're always welcome, no matter when and where! I'm so grateful to have a fellow stan in you too! Your review on Corners + what you're saying here makes me :') That's literally how I envisioned it too, and why Corners is so special to me despite being such an odd little fic. It was the one (aside from substitution) that built most from the Andres of s1/2, and a part of how I imagined he could become someone as insane and terrifying as Berlin. And YET the spinoff is telling us berlin was just his evil twin or something?? Exactly LMAO what even is with those space suits? At what point did he live in a romcom when the whole point of his character is that his romanticized life only exists in his own head? s3/4 Andres was "softer" but he still had plenty of the darkness and edge that would lean into Berlin. So I'm glad my fic could fill that gap haha and I"m hugely honored you feel this way about it!

n/n LOL My absolutely self indulgent and utopian idea of a Berlin spinoff would just be the extended version of "Hermanito", the hermanos as kids becoming the Professor and Berlin as we know them, but seeing how 2 kids growing up in poverty and illness make it and rooting for them, and maybe even exploring how their different personalities and moralities (!) play off each other, there's so much to think about there. But ofc, what we REALLY need are more rafaels and characters no one cares abt 🙃 Ohh I'm just happy EC fit with your ideas about him and andrés, I would LOVE a hermanos centric event omg, if and when it ever happens!! Thank you for everything again! 💌

I am Honored you think so! And also same haha- if it was up to me, the spinoff would just be "Hermanito" + "Corners" XD asdfasdf now you're just making me mourn what we could have had again!! Exactly, I don't even care if pedro and alvaro played 17yos- it's a far more interesting story to see how and why they became who they are, and yet remained so close despite the differences between them. But nooo, more rafaels and characters nobody asked for lmao The gift more than fit with my ideas :D And I'm so happy you're interested in a hermanos event! We'll definitely keep you posted if it happens- might have to be in 2024 lol, but I'm sure our hermanos gang can figure something out. Thank you again for everything!

[mushroomwriter]

Hermanon anon here!! I read your reply and it made me so happy :'D I'm so glad you enjoy my silly little rambles. I'm actually travelling again soon so I may not be able to write a proper reply yet (or I'll write one on the trip) but just wanted to let you know I've seen it!! And don't worry at all about replying fast or slow, life takes priority always. Congrats on passing your exams btw 😊 (also it makes me feel Evil Glee that the richard siken quote is still living in your head XD) Do you like listening to music? If you like, I can rec you some songs that make me go insane when I think of the hermanos <3 Also, have you read any lcdp fics on AO3? There's one fic that I think you'd love after all our discussion about the hermanos' Shrodingers childhood... anyway, hope you have a good day ❤️

Heyyyyy! I'm so happy to know you saw my reply! (Thank you so much for letting me know! Given how long it took me, I was a bit concerned you'd never see it... Anyway, have a safe travel, and take your time!)

Thank you! I'm now studying for another exam, I hope I can pass this one too... Meanwhile, it's always Good to suffer because of Richard Siken's quotes that are a little too fitting...

I do like listening to music and I love it when songs make me go crazy about characters/their relationships, so please go ahead with your recs 🙏 Same goes for the fic recs, I don't think I read many hermanos fics...

Thank you! I hope you have a good day too ❤

[veterveter]

Guess who started watching LCDP again

Yes?????? 👀 Ohhh tell me more I'm so excited for you and for myself by extension!!

I've been rewatching it too - it strikes me how much of Early Characterisation truly gets forgotten or retconned later. But it really was such a good show, especially the first part. Sigh. Anyway, please slide into my asks or dms if you'd like, would love to hear more about your vibes!!

In exchange, I'll show you this - I acquired it on Friday, and was listening to it last night while editing a fic :) It's so good, actually. I'm rather impressed.